Wiping his face at the comic convention, he pointed shakily at a bucket not far away, "Hey, Zhao, isn't that... a corpse? A human?"
Zhao Xiaoyue turned her head. It was indeed body parts, but they were dismembered remains!
Zhao Xiaoyue glanced at the water soaking them, and the anime convention worker also looked down at the water soaking them.
"Oh my god, this water isn't clean!"
With a splash, the two men crawled out of the large wooden barrel, which was two meters in diameter.
Leaning against the wall, panting, he said, "Damn it, this is terrifying! What kind of place is this? Isn't anyone in charge?"
"How should I know? Don't speak yet!"
They surveyed the terrain. Everyone knows the Colosseum, right? This place was similar to a smaller version of the Colosseum, except one was open-air and the other underground. And they had just happened to fall onto the very top floor.
"Hey, Zhao, it seems like you can't go down there."
The comic convention organizers pointed to a narrow path that only allowed one person to pass at a time.
"Walk!"
The two walked down the wall with their backs to each other, and a match was taking place in the middle of the arena.
Four or five lions were tearing at each other with a pack of wolves, their roars and howls eliciting barks from the onlookers.
There were also those who kept betting. If the lions and wolves in the middle stopped, someone would keep shooting arrows into the middle. They couldn't kill the animals, but they could only hear more tragic roars.
"This is too cruel!" the anime convention staff muttered quietly.
"Ha, if we don't get out of here soon, we'll turn into the pieces of meat you just saw!"
The person at the comic convention shuddered violently in terror, "Get out of here! Get out of here! I'll never come to this awful place again."
What the hell is this place? Why is the terrain so complicated?
"Looks like we need to catch someone to interrogate him." Zhao Xiaoyue looked around.
"Are you crazy? Why are you grabbing my tongue? Are you grabbing me?!" He was still in a state of shock. "What can a tongue tell you?"
Zhao Xiaoyue ignored this idiot!
As she approached a feeding room, Zhao Xiaoyue heard breathing sounds coming from inside.
Then, making a shushing gesture, he slowly opened the door and went inside. It was a single-person lounge. A person was lying on the bed, shaking their leg and humming a song.
The comic convention staff were standing guard outside when he realized that the "tongue" Zhao was referring to meant arresting someone. They were using slang, and he didn't immediately understand.
When he gets back, he's going to learn all the slang of that country and torture that guy surnamed Zhao to death.
Only a faint sound could be heard inside before Zhao Xiaoyue subdued the person, and only then did she dare to enter the comic convention.
The question was asked at the comic convention. The man didn't even see clearly what the person who grabbed him looked like; he only saw an Englishman in front of him.
Having obtained only useless information, Zhao Xiaoyue decisively pulled out the gun from the man's waist and took care of the hostage.
At the comic convention, someone asked, "Won't we be discovered if we do this?"
"Only a dead tongue can't speak!"
They worked together to lift the person onto the bed, covered them with a blanket, and then went out. They also managed to pick up some food and two weapons at the convention.
"Awoo! Awoo!!"
"Woo! Woo!"
The roars that rose and fell made the comic convention tremble with fear.
"Hey, what do we do now, you surnamed Zhao?"
The man said there was only one exit, the one they came in through, but it was a bit dangerous there, and they could only leave after everyone had left.
Now we can only hide here.
"Let's find a place to eat something first to replenish our energy. Once these people disperse, we'll follow them out."
But the two naive people waited and waited, but the show never ended. After the beasts finished fighting the humans, and after the humans fought the beasts, the audience did not leave.
The guards patrolling the arena showed no intention of leaving, and the bettors were even less inclined to go out; their eyes were all bloodshot.
The two hid in a secluded corner. The anime convention worker yawned. "I said, waiting like this isn't going to work. We've been standing for over ten hours, my legs are aching!"
Zhao Xiaoyue also leaned against the wall, saying, "Then you go out. I'll see if they'll feed you to the lions or soak you in water before deciding whether to go out or not."
The anime convention attendee stared wide-eyed. "You surnamed Zhao, when did you become so vicious?"
Zhao Xiaoyue glared at him, "Then you'd better bear with it!"
The anime convention successfully shut them up, huh!
She observed for a long time and found that there was a door that only patrol personnel used, with a shift changing every ten minutes, and it was not locked.
She seized the opportunity and dragged the comic convention inside.
"Holy shit!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Three gunshots rang out!
After a shout of "national essence," the comic convention erupted in a rapid gasp, "Didn't you say it was safe here?"
I almost got killed the moment I stepped inside!
Zhao Xiaoyue threw away the gun that was out of bullets; luckily, she had three rounds left.
"When we get back, I'll train you to have X-ray vision!"
"Hey, hey, hey, stop being sarcastic!"
"Shut up!" Zhao Xiaoyue had just shouted...
"You damn electric eel! What have you done now?!"
"Ah!! I don't know either!"
He just leaned against the wall for a moment, he really didn't do anything, who knew there was a trap!
After a free fall...
"Pong"
"Pfft, pfft," Zhao Xiaoyue spat out the dirt in her mouth, "I really shouldn't have come out with you."
"Ouch," the anime convention worker groaned, "Before you yell at me, could you please get off my back? You're so heavy!"
In the instant of the fall, the comic convention nimbly cushioned Zhao Xiaoyue's fall, making a spectacular intimate contact with the sand below.
"Where am I now?" The comic convention was almost in tears.
They're so unlucky!
"There's an exit there, let's go!"
Zhao Xiaoyue walked forward along the path illuminated by the oil lamp, and after the comic convention subsided, she followed along.
"Doesn't this place look like a casino dungeon?" the anime convention organizer asked, puzzled.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
